Harriet Nash was going to Hell.
As she sat there, quietly sipping her tea, she became more and more convinced of that inevitability. After all, what sort of person was she that she felt envious of her dearest friend's happiness? Watching Laurel hug her two-year-old son, Harriet felt another wave of envy wash over her, leaving her utterly convinced that she was bound for Hades.
"He's quite the handful," Laurel admitted as she kissed Ryan's cheek before handing him off to his waiting nanny. "But then again, so am I," she finished with a laugh, smoothing her hands down her...